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I suppose it was too much to hope life might stay dull for just a little while.

Maker's Breath..

Ugh. Magic.

Had enough of that, thanks.

I've found a pirate bar. I think I'll just drink until I stop caring that I've been brought to this place.

Whatever this is I didn't do it. It's important that we relay that information back to Cassandra. This isn't the Fade so it can't be my fault.

Maker's breath, this is more than a bit odd, and that's coming from someone who wandered about the Fade. But hey no one's tried to kill me yet, so there's that. I'm Hawke.

[ Filtered to People From Thedas ]

I don't think she's coming back. I thought maybe it was just a temporary thing. Make her older, and then she'd be here in no time. So I tried not to worry. Not to think about it. She was a fair bit behind the rest of us. But I don't think she's coming back. I'd already lost her twice. This makes the third time.

I thought mages always said that the third time was supposed to be the charm. Not the curse.

So, I found Tumblr. And it is positively delightful. Really. I quite like it.

However, the internet certainly does seem to have quite the preoccupation with the idea that the Commander and I are engaged in a torrid affair. And that is simply not so.

While it's true that Cullen is desperately in love with me, and his relationship with the Hero of Ferelden is clearly a means of coping with his inability to be with me, I really do have too much on my plate to be bothered with having feelings for him as well.

I'm sorry, Cullen. Truly. I hope our friendship will be enough to get you through this.

Also, what are hipsters? Apparently, I would make a fantastic one, which makes me very curious.

( trigger warning: discussion of suicide )

[ Filtered to Iron Bull ]

I don't know the entire story behind what happened, but I do know that Dorian came back here in this morning after having been out all night and insisted he didn't want to talk about it. But I managed to get enough out of him to know just who made him upset enough to hide out all night.

So. What did you do?

[Filtered to folks from Thedas who aren't Dorian]

Explain love.

( Cullen )

What did I do? I know you're here and I may not particularly like you but since the people I do care about seem to enjoy lying to me, you're really the only one I can ask. What did I do that has someone I've never even met calling me a psychotic mass murderer?

( Nate )

Is there something I should know, love?

This place is quite different from Lothering. It is a lot to take in.

A woman gave me this box and showed me how to use it. She said it was a means to communicate with people. She also said that she thought my sister might be here.

Marian? Are you here? Are Carver and Mother here too?

This is wrong. It isn't right. None of it is right.

Quiet. It's too quiet. So quiet it's louder than anything. That's a paradox. Quiet can't be loud except when it is. I don't like it here. I miss the sky. There's too much sound and the air tastes funny and it's all wrong. The ground feels wrong. It's too steady but everything's shifting. It makes my head hurt. I need to be in the black. It's too solid here. Loud where it should be quiet and quiet where it should be loud. This is why you aren't supposed to meddle with things.

It's all muddled. They meddled. There's always meddling. Shouldn't meddle, but they do. Can't leave well enough and it all turns to dust and ash. They can't know. Picking and pecking. Tearing at the threads until it all comes apart. Just apple bits left. You aren't supposed to play with things like this. Threads are invisible, but they're stronger than steel and they'll choke you if you aren't careful. We're stuck. Tethered. A different center of gravity. It picks and pecks. Clawing in my brain like tiny pinching fingers. Digging in and stabbing with little knives. All of it's wrong. I'm trying to work it out, but the equation doesn't work. Too many variables. It hurts my head to think about it.

Not safe. It's not safe to wander off alone, he says. But how can you wander when there's no one to wander from? Logical fallacies and paradoxes. Simple Simon. Wandered because he isn't here, but can't wander because there isn't anyone to wander from. I'd follow the breadcrumbs back but there aren't any. The birds ate them all. They'll get stomachaches.

How uneasy I feel.

This won't be at all uncomfortable

It would seem there have been quite a few arrivals from Thedas recently. I haven't exactly been keeping track of how many want me dead, but I imagine it is a fair few

( nate )

Try not to shoot anyone. Even if they say unpleasant things, I probably deserve them.

( hawke )

Bets on who attempts to murder me first? I know you love a good wager.

( fenris )

How are you settling in here? I hope Isabela and Hawke haven't gotten you into too much trouble.

( solas )

Justice is willing to speak with you. You had said that you wished to, before you would agree to help separate us.

I am not sure where I am or how I got here. I was told by someone who carried herself much like a sister of the Chantry that I may have friends here.

( The post is just an upload of a video of Cullen typing something on his phone, then looking horrified and embarrassed and frantically flailing about and swearing while typing more things. You're welcome, Cullen. )

Well, this place is certain quaint. It's almost charming.

I don't suppose anyone has seen a very purposeful young elven woman about. Probably fighting a dragon or doing something equally ridiculous and heroic?

Maker's breath, what have I gotten myself mixed up in now?